Frontier Forays

Posted on 2026, Wed May 6th, @ 3:57am by Lieutenant Commander Jep Fallo & Captain Rhyx Kade & Commander Cormac Situs & Lieutenant Joseph Benjamin Md & Lieutenant Daven Voss

510 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Episode 1 "Operation Iron Justice" USS Halo, Star Base 113, USS Vigilance
Location: Various
Timeline: MD-7

As the Halo dropped out of warp, Kade had just walked out of the briefing room. He was watching and keeping tabs on the progress of Reacher's court hearing. As he sat down in the command chair, he ask for sitrep.

"Ok everyone, We have dropped out of warp, Sitrep" Kade asked.

Cormac Situs was standing nearby with a padd in hand, already halfway through three separate priorities and irritated by all of them in different proportions. At the captain’s request for a sitrep, he stepped forward immediately. Away from the lab, he felt like a glorified yeoman.

"The Halo has dropped from warp on schedule. No incidents reported. Still pending reports from Medical. Helm will confirm our position momentarily"

"Helm standing by, we are approximately 40 AU away from SB 513." An Ensign replied.

LCdr Fallo spoke up from the Flight Operation station to the right of the Captain, "The first batch of runabouts and long range fighters report that they are ready to launch on your order sir."

=^="Sickbay to bridge, I'm limiting the infected crew too their quarters, this variant is typically vaccinated against"=^= Joe said a slight edge on his voice =^="I do recommend a round of booster shots for everyone though."=^=

=/\=Understood Bridge out=/\= Kade replied back.

"We're being hailed by 513. They welcome us and ask if we'll be wanting to dock." A comms officer reported.

"Acknowledge the hail, reply that we won't be here long enough to dock. We will transfer their replacements over to them and continue on our patrol." Kade answered.

"Well, I should get down to hangar and make sure everything is squared away. We'll be sending out over a dozen sortie in the next hour or so." Fallo said as he handed off his headset to his relief.

Joe looked at the labs, "I should have stayed in bed."

Lieutenant Voss had positioned himself at the secondary intelligence console, off the main traffic pattern of the bridge, which was exactly how he preferred it. His station gave him access to the long-range sensor feeds without requiring him to explain what he was doing with them to anyone who happened to glance over.

He listened as the other officers gave their updates. The runabout deployment made operational sense. He wasn't going to second-guess flight ops. But a dozen small craft fanning out across that much space — the sheer footprint of it — was going to tell a story to anyone paying attention out here on the margins. They'd see Starfleet casting a wide net and draw the obvious conclusion: that Starfleet didn't know what it was looking for, or where. That was the kind of signal that invited opportunism.

He tagged the thought and moved on to what was bothering him more. The missing ships hadn't just drifted off course. Something had happened to them — something with enough force to take Federation vessels off the board without, apparently, leaving much behind to find. Now the Halo was sending out runabouts and long-range fighters to go look at whatever that something was up close.

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